Lying in my bed alone. I heard the clock ticking down the hall. I stared at the dark ceiling. My mind wandered to where she was and what she was doing. The silence was deafening to me on nights like this. I dreaded these moments as much as I looked forward to them. I put myself in this voluntary torture. Every little noise was loud to me. Knowing I was alone waiting for her return was pure torture and arousal. As a man, I should not want this, but I did. I got off on it. In my mind, I knew what she was doing, yet I didn't at the same time. Maybe that was the thrill. Soon she would be back, and I'd know; she would tell me every detail.

I was startled by the phone's ringing in the silence. Without thought, I reached and grabbed the phone. I put it to my ear and said, "Hello."

No words were spoken in return—only muffled moaning. I lay there listening to the sounds of pleasure from the other end. The room's silence made the call seem louder than normal. I couldn't help but let my mind wander to what was actually happening, what they were really doing. Silence again as the line went dead. No words were spoken; I was left to my imagination.

I told her that I wanted this, that I needed this. I needed some excitement and fantasy. She agreed readily, much faster than I expected. She may have wanted this all along; only time would tell. After all, how many women didn't question their man when he told her he wanted her to fuck another? Only too happy to oblige, and very quickly at that. Her only real question was when. That was a year ago, and here I was, for what felt like the hundredth time, waiting in the dark silence for her to return and give me what I craved.

It was amazing to me how every time I was anxious, aroused, and scared, all mixed in together. These feelings were so exciting and terrifying. My mind wandered to a million different places, and I didn't know which to chase. Would she leave me for someone else? Would she come back happier than the last time? Would she tell me everything, or leave something out? The questions and thoughts never left, but the arousal was real. Would I cum hard or shrivel in fear? Could I continue this debauchery, or would it get the best of me? All these questions and no real answers within my grasp.

I had to remind myself that I wanted this. No, I needed this. I needed to let loose, let go of control. I needed to feel helpless and controlled. My day-to-day life left me making decisions—always the go-to guy with no one to direct me. I needed this feeling deep within myself of total reliance on someone else to fulfill me and my naughty mind. I was no pushover or sissy, as some might have thought. Quite the opposite, actually; I was a man in every sense of the word. I had dirty thoughts and desires. I was comfortable enough in myself to put myself through all of this.

As my mind wandered, the silence broke again, this time with the sound of a car in front of my house. "Could she finally be home?" I asked myself. The car door shut loudly in the night's silence. The front door opened with the sound of rattling keys and shut just as quickly. "She's home." I smiled inwardly. The nerves kicked into high gear, matching the arousal that had been taunting me all night. She approached the wide-open bedroom door waiting for her return.

Ring, ring, ring; the sound of the phone's alarm startled me from a deep sleep. FUCK, I was dreaming again! I looked over; she was lying beside me with a smile on her face.

"You were dreaming again; who did I fuck this time?" she asked in her sultry morning voice.

"I don't know; the damn alarm woke me before you could tell me anything," I said.

She smiled at me and started to speak. Before she could get a word out, I rolled over on top of her, prying her legs apart. My dick immediately found her hairy pussy wet and willing to accept me in. With a moan, she wrapped her legs around the small of my back and fully accepted me into her. I started moving in and out of her slowly at first, then gradually picked up the pace. She was moaning as I fucked her. I loved the feel of her wrapped around my hard-on. The sight of her tits bouncing back and forth was absolutely amazing. My mind again wandered to what it would be like if she truly fucked another, and that's when she said through her moans, "One of these days I am going to fuck someone. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

After she finished her question, I came hard without answering. I stayed inside her for a few moments, catching my breath as she just smiled at me, stating, "I guess that answers my question." I rolled off her, stared at the ceiling, and tried to form a real thought. This wasn't the first time we found ourselves in this exact predicament and position.

We went on with life as always. Everything was normal and even predictable. Sometimes boring, but we never admitted it aloud. I kept working, directing others, and coaching them through several scenarios. My mind never strayed far from my desires and fucked up fantasies, but I made it through each day. At home, everything was normal; nothing suggested what was to come.

Wednesday night, after dinner, her phone rang. We were watching TV when she answered it. I could hear a woman's voice, but I couldn't make out any words. I could only understand her side of the conversation. She hung up the phone and looked at me. "That was Michelle; she wants me to meet her for a drink," she said, though I think it was a question for my approval.

A few minutes later, she kissed me and said she'd be back soon; then I was alone. Of course, me being me, I didn't think anything of it until I did. My mind started to wander, and my dick got hard just sitting there alone. My mind went into overdrive; I needed a distraction. I got up, showered, and got ready for bed. Soon I found myself lying in bed in the dark, staring at the darkened ceiling.

The night was quiet; too quiet. That's when my phone rang, and I jumped about two feet in the air. I grabbed the phone and said, "Hello."

At first, there was no response. Then I heard music, and her voice came through. She told me she was still there with Michelle and would be home soon. We ended the call, and it was silent again. My mind went back to wandering. I felt something in the pit of my stomach that I could not describe. I found myself nervously shaking.

These thoughts and feelings were strange to me because I wanted these fantasies. I wanted what I wanted, and I had accepted that. Then why do these feelings feel so real? All these thoughts and emotions were strange and unwelcome, but damn, they were real. I was comfortable with my desires, yet I couldn't understand all these feelings. Why did I feel like this if this was something that I wanted? I could not rationalize it to myself.

I don't know how long I lay there in the dark, but I finally heard the front door open and close. Excited and nervous, I looked to the bedroom door. A moment later, she appeared much like she had after that one dream. She smiled at me and said. "I'm home; let me change, and I'll join you."

She stepped into the ensuite and returned to me in less than a minute. She was gone only long enough to shed her clothes. I watched her get into bed completely naked, and I loved it. She immediately reached for me and grabbed my hard dick under the blankets, stating, "I see you missed me."

Without another word, she threw her leg over me and straddled my lap. Reaching between us, she maneuvered my dick to her very wet, hairy pussy. I slid into her depth in one motion. She felt amazing. She started rolling her hips against my groin as my hands found her hips. My mind wandered to what she had been up to and who she was with. All sorts of scenarios crossed my mind's eye while she ground her pussy into me. I told her how good she felt, and she only moaned in response.

I could not remember the last time I felt her this wet. I wanted to ask her, but I didn't want to ruin what was happening. I let her continue to fuck me as my mind went to all these different places. She noticed me wandering and playfully smacked me, telling me to focus on her. I moaned at the smack and started fucking back. She rose a bit so I could match her movements. Her tits swayed with each thrust. I was in heaven with her fucking me, and my thoughts were controlling where she'd been.

Ring, ring, ring. I jumped, opening my eyes. "Damn, another dream." Ring, ring, ring. I noticed it was still dark. "Fuck, my phone is ringing." I reached over to answer it. "Hello."

"Sorry it's late," came the voice on the other end of the line. "We got carried away, and I am on my way home now," she said clearly.

Breathing heavily due to my dream and startled state, I replied, "It's okay, I must've fallen asleep."

"See you soon," she said and hung up.

I lay there with a raging hard-on, my mind still wandering. "When is this going to be real and not just dreams?" I asked myself. I wanted her to fuck another man; I wanted to be a cuck, if only for a night; I needed this.

What felt like hours later, but in reality was only maybe twenty minutes, she was home. In bed, naked beside me, she kissed me and again apologized for being out so late. I kissed her back and reassured her it was all good. Under the covers, she reached for me and said, "Wow, you missed me, didn't you?"

She slowly stroked my dick while telling me how she and Michelle had talked, how they laughed together over stupid things and life.

I couldn't help but think of her fucking some man.

She told me that Michelle had asked her out because she needed to talk about something important. She said, "Michelle wants me to fuck her husband."

Before she could explain, I came hard in her hand. I mean a full-body, shaking orgasm. I must have made a gallon of cum; the sheets between us were soaked. Her hand was covered in cum, and I could not catch my breath. She just smiled at me and said, "I take it you're okay with that thought?"

The next morning we talked more about Michelle's request and why she wanted her to fuck her husband. It all boiled down to Michelle losing interest in sex but wanting to keep her man happy. She didn't want him cheating on her, but thought if she could trust anyone, it would be her close friend, my woman. They even talked about my dreams of being cucked and devised a plan if we both agreed. Sure enough, we agreed.

That Friday came quickly, and my mind wandered all day at work. I could not wait until tonight. I knew that tonight my dreams would finally come true, and I was excited. The workday ended, and I rushed home. Once there, I noticed a car in front of the house, and I knew he was already here.

I entered the house, and all was quiet. I looked around and saw no one. When I entered the living room, no one was there, but I noticed a paper on my chair. I picked it up, and it read, "Sit here, and I'll be with you shortly." So I sat down, and that's when I noticed a little speaker on the side table of my chair. A moment later, I heard soft talking.

"Michelle wants to keep you happy while she goes through whatever it is she's going through. She loves you and does not want you falling for someone else. I am here to fulfill your needs while I fulfill my man's dream. Everyone wins in this situation." That is what I heard her say to Michelle's husband.

There was silence for a few moments, then I noticed soft smacking sounds, almost wet, if you catch my drift. I realized they must be kissing. The noises got a little louder, followed by soft moans. My mind raced with what was going on, if only I could see. Rustling sounds were plenty over the next few moments, and that's when I heard, "Yes, your mouth feels good on my tits."

I was so turned on in this moment. My dream was finally coming true. I think she was saying what was happening in the moment on purpose, for my benefit. I couldn't thank her enough for painting a visual picture for me. She told him things like, "That's it, eat my pussy" or "fuck me harder." This carried on for almost an hour. I heard her moan as I hadn't in years of us being together. Michelle's husband was really fucking her hard, and I loved the sounds coming through that little speaker.

I pulled my dick out moments after this all started and stroked myself the entire time they were in there fucking. I was truly on cloud nine. I was in my chair, stroking, and hadn't noticed they had finished until I heard Michelle's husband startle me mid-stroke and say, "Thanks for letting me use your woman," as he exited the house.

I jumped up and ran towards the bedroom, almost tripping as my pants fell around my ankles. Once at the door, there was my woman, naked and panting heavily. She looked so beautiful lying there, freshly fucked. She smiled at me and ripped the rest of my clothes off. I jumped on the bed and settled above her. I grasped my dick and slammed it into her very well-used pussy.

"That was so hot," I exclaimed as I fucked her. She welcomed me with open arms and legs. She took everything I could give her in those few moments. Her pussy was so wet and creamy. Sloppy seconds were amazing in that moment. I couldn't believe I was finally being cucked, and I loved it.

Those beautiful tits were bouncing with every thrust. Her hairy pussy was nappy with his cum and her wetness, along with my throbbing dick adding to it. She had never felt so good to me as she did at that very moment. I was ready to explode and reclaim my woman. That's exactly what I did too. I came with vengeance, so hard and so much. She held me so tightly through my orgasm that she couldn't help but cum as well.

Together, breathing heavily, she looked up at me and asked, "How does it feel being willingly cucked?"